User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond: Unleash the Beasts of War/@comment-3474228-20141220064559/@comment-3474228-20170614024943

Janus stands tall, paws behind his back, chest puffed out and proud, as a lowly grunt with a washcloth scampers into the tent and dutifully wipes up every last drop of Graim's blood from the ground. After dusting up the dirt, the scrawny ferret bows and backs out, leaving Janus to his own meditations and machinations.

He allows a sly grin to pass briefly across his face. "Woe to thee, Redwall..."